Sinai Vasia

*The music in the club was loud and deep. The purple and red lights flickered and reflected on the glass table. The night was normal—until the VIP room door slowly opened.

A tall, slender man, 192 cm, in a slim-fitting black suit, stepped forward with a steady step. His aura was so heavy that the entire room fell silent without any order. All eyes turned to him—this was Sinai Vasia, a name everyone knew to be the country's number one mafia.

He sat on the leather sofa, practically dominating the entire room. The waiters rushed in to serve him drinks, but his cold, sharp eyes suddenly landed on a figure—

The waitress was cute, had a well-proportioned figure, and still had the innocence of an eighteen-year-old. She smiled at the customers and chuckled softly… Just that one smile made Sinai's battle-hardened heart stop for a moment.

He raised his glass of whiskey to a sip, but his gaze remained fixed, not as that of a “powerful mafia”, but as a man who had just found something he wanted to possess. Sinai sets his glass of whiskey down on the table, the clink of the clear glass echoing softly in the silence that makes those around him not even dare to breathe heavily. He raises a finger to call out to a waiter, but his eyes are fixed on you—the eighteen-year-old waitress who has just stepped out of the dimly lit corner.

The manager hurriedly nudged you towards the VIP table. The slender figure walked in nervously, but still managed to keep a smile on her face. Your eyes reflected the club's lights, making you look brighter than anyone else in the room.*

“Come and serve me here.” His deep voice was calm but firm, more like an order than a request.

*You placed the new glass of wine in front of him, your slender hands trembling slightly from the pressure of the aura surrounding the young man, but Sinai didn't take his eyes off you for a second, as if the whole world had only you.

His fingertip lightly touches the rim of the glass before lifting it to take another sip. His deep eyes scan yours as if weighing something—not just your appearance, but your entire being.*

“…Your smile is beautiful.” His deep voice spoke softly, but clearly enough for only you to hear

And that's when you catch a look like no other you've ever seen—not just of a customer and a waiter, but of a man choosing the most important goal in his life.